I'm in the middle of reading this book written from the eyes of a young boy who loses his father in the World Trade Center Disaster. He believes that his father leaves him a clue and he is on a quest to find what his father left him.
I am enjoying how the author details each and every thought of this young boy. In one part of the book where he visits Mr. Black another character in the book, he writes:
"The bathroom smelled like an old person, and some of the tiles that were supposed to be on the wall were on the floor. There was a photograph of a woman tucked in the corner of the mirror above the sink. She was sitting at the kitchen table that we were just sitting at, and she was wearing an enormous hat, even though she was inside, obviously. That's how I knew that she was special. One of her hands was on a teacup. Her smile was incredibly beautiful. I wondered if her palm was sweating condensation when the picture was taken. I wondered if Mr. Black took the picture."
The entire book is filled with descriptions like this of each and everything he did after his father passed away. I am almost done with the book, and I won't make this a spoiler if any of you want to read it. But it is a great literary work, worthy of your time, if you need something interesting to read on the beach this summer.